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Take off your pants.
Now your undies.
Spread your legs.
What was it you just said?
You said you want to cum right now?
You demaded it.
Demanded dear?
Well, you should know by now what demanding gets you.
Keep your legs open.
What is it you want?
Me to rub you with my big, strong hands?
Lick you?
Fuck you?
I bet you do.
I bet that’s exactly what you want.
You’re wet just thinking about it.
Well, demanding gets you nowhere.
My hands slide up your legs.
Closer.
Up your thighs.
Closer.
Until my hand is right on your dripping wet pussy.
You look up at me with a little smile, but you see the look on my face.
Stern, looking right back into your eyes.
Then you feel it, my hand quickly lifts in the air and swats back down, slapping your pussy.
You jolt.
Your smile disappears.
Again, a slap.
Another one, harder this time.
You feel my fingertips slap your clit as my palm makes contact with your wet lips.
Over and over, I slap.
Each one causing you to whimper.
Yelp.
Scream.
Moan.
Over and over, you almost get used to it.
It almost feels good.
I feel your wetness all over my hand.
When I hear your screams become moans, I stop.
You become relaxed, thinking you’ve taken your punishment.
But your relaxation goes away when you see me take my belt off.
I place it against your clit, let the leather slide against your skin.
You thought it was over, didn’t you?
You thought you could get away with being so demanding that easily?
You get 10 more, with the belt.
Stay still.
For everytime you move, you get another 5.
*slap*
You keep your legs open.
*slap*
Watching each slap.
*slap*
Next time, don’t demand.
*slap*
Next time, ask nicely.
*slap*
Next time, be patient.
*slap*
You tighten your thighs.
*slap*
You let out a scream.
*slap*
You stay still.
*slap*
You take your punishment.
*slap*
All done.
Good girl.
Now, I’m going to fuck that raw pussy until you cum all over my cock.
-Sir

Hold it.

Relax.

Hold it.

Eye contact.

Hold it.

Hands down.

Hold it.

Good girl.

-Sir

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You don’t need to hear my footsteps walking towards you.
You don’t even need to hear my voice calling you.
All you need is the scent, my cologne, my smell.
You know I’m here, don’t you dear?
Before you even feel my touch, before I pull your ass towards me…
You know.
But now, you feel my cock, throbbing under my jeans.
Your ass, your bare skin pressed against the material.
You start to grind your hips up and down.
Feeling my cock through them.
Knowing just how much of a tease you are.
My hands feeling as much of you as they can.
Your ass, your legs, those sexy stockings you put on just for me.
They travel where they want.
Your sides, your chest, under your bra.
I pinch your nipples.
You don’t fight what you know you can’t.
Your throat.
As I get a good grip, I pull your head down, pressing you down and holding you in place.
By now, you know to behave.
To wait where I put you and take whatever it is I give next.
I unzip my pants, you only hear the noises but you know what they mean.
You get wetter.
My cock against your undies.
Rock hard.
Throbbing.
Is this what you want dear?
Is this why you so egarly teased me tonight?
I rub my cock around your ass, making sure it touches every inch but the one place you want it to.
I use it to slap your ass.
I use it to do everything but fuck you.
It slides between your legs, over your undies.
You feel it graze across your clit.
Over and over.
You want more, don’t you dear?
Why don’t you come earn it then.
I let go of your throat and walk away.
I sit down in a chair.
Crawl to me.
You get on your hands and knees and crawl slowly.
You stare into my eyes, then look at my cock, back to my eyes, then the cock again until finally you get to it.
Go on dear… Show me how much you’ve waitied for it.
Without another second wasted you take it all in, every single inch until all your throat feels is my cock.
Bobbing up and down, letting your tongue taste all of it.
Your spit, sliding down.
Your mouth, still hungry for it.
I grab your hair.
I push your head down.
I hold you there.
I make you go up and down as fast and as hard as I want as I thrust into your mouth.
Without struggle, you do everything I want.
Then, I pull your head off.
Good girl.
I get up, grab you by the hair and make you crawl back to the bed, following my grip.
Now, are you ready for the fucking you’ve been waiting for?
You earned it.
-Sir

Just how long have you waited like that?

A few minutes?

Half an hour?

An hour?

Two?

Inching your undies down each time you thought of what I would do when I saw you like that.

The lower they got, the wetter you did.

Well dear, I wont make you wait any longer.

-Sir

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We made a bit of a mess, didn’t we dear?
-Sir

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Your hands
Bound
Thirsting for my touch

That strong grip
Filled with intent
Intent to tease
Intent to please
Intent to own

The second you feel it
You melt
Melt into my grasp
Knowing that I know
just what to do

And this is where you let go
Lose all control
Eager to turn it over
Eager to give yourself to me

This is where you feel home
In my possession
At ease
Thirsting for my touch

-Sir

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Once in a while, a little reminder is needed.

A reminder that lets you know you’re mine.

This reminder could happen at home or out during dinner.

It could happen at a party, while we’re at a store or even in the middle of the street.

There may be no warning.

No hint.

You’ll just feel my hands reach under your skirt, push your undies over and slide inside you.

You’ll see my eyes, staring back into yours. Not breaking contact.

I’d hold you there, frozen for just a second before I pull out.

Then we would resume what it was we were doing.

Only now, you’d be reminded.

You’d know.

You’re mine at all times.

-Sir

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Dress up for me.
Assume the position.
Hold.
I’ll do the rest.
-Sir

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You had no idea when you came to school today that by the end of the day your fantasy would come true, did you dear?
I bet your mind never thought this would happen.
That all your teasing didn’t go unnoticed.
Each time you wore your skirt a little shorter, leaned in as I walked by, bent over in my eyesight.
You thought it was all for nothing.
A little tease to get you through your day.
But what you didn’t know is that I noticed every single time.
That my pants would get tighter.
My cock harder.
That in my mind while everyone was taking a test I was looking over you, having the same fantasies.
It was only a matter of time until we found ourselves alone.
Until one of us broke.
I’ll take the blame this time… Because seeing you so close and no one around I couldn’t help myself.
When I dismissed everyone but you I knew what I wanted.
And I took it.
Your skin felt better than I imagined.
Your mouth, softer.
You listening to every word, every command.
Just like in class, you were always my best student.
What seemed like hours, that locked classroom was our fantasy alive.
The moans we had to control.
The way I lifted your skirt to find you soaking through your undies.
The sweat.
By the end, we were exhausted, breathing hard.
My desk, completely empty, every item thrown to the floor.
And you my dear, well I made you a mess, didn’t I?
Was it everything you imagined?
Everything you hoped for?
How will I ever get work done in class again?
Looking around this room, I’ll always be reminded of today.
Then again, this was only your first extra credit assignment.
After all, tomorrow is another school day.
I’ll need you to stay late.
-Sir

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Lesson of the day: One way or another, I get what I want.

You’ll learn that quickly dear.

-Sir

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No no no dear, not yet.

First, I want to hear you beg.

Then I want to see the desire in your eyes.

Then, maybe, I’ll let you have the head.

-Sir

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Isn’t it wonderful dear, being blindfolded?

All of your other senses heightened.

Smell: My cologne as I get close to you. That familiar scent that drives you crazy and lingers with you the rest of the day.

Sound: My voice, telling you just what you are. My good girl.

Touch: My fignertips, teasing. Running across your skin. Unpredictable, only going where I want them to.

Taste: My cock, as I tell you to open your mouth. Sliding in, so slowly, making you taste every inch.

Tell me dear, how does it feel to lose sight?

Do you wish to have it back?

I don’t think so.

Not yet.

I’m not done with you.

-Sir

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Get on your knees, show me your best.
The better you crawl, the more that you’ll get.
-Sir

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